Isn't this kid a monster?

Mu Yan walked up slowly, looked around at the miserable dozen people below, and chuckled, "How is it?"

Someone opened his mouth and wanted to speak angrily.

But Mu Yan's next sentence scared everyone's courage back.

"Baby, if there are any dissatisfied, remember to beat them until they are satisfied. ”

Xiaobao squeezed his small fist and nodded coldly, "Hmm!"

More than a dozen slaves in the audience trembled together.

Then, under the leadership of the scar man, they got up one by one and knelt down in front of Mu Yan: "The slave is willing to follow the master!"

Mu Yan's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Your master is not me, but him, Jun Mochen!"

Mu Yan's hand was pressed on Xiaobao's head, which also showed that Xiaobao was the new master of these slaves.

Xiaobao was stunned, looked up at Mu Yan, and called softly: "Mother?"

Mu Yan smiled at him and shook his head, then looked at the dozen or so slaves, "Are there any objections?"

If this sentence had been asked a quarter of an hour ago, the dozen or so slaves would have laughed out loud.

But now!

If Mu Yan wanted them to recognize her as their master, these slaves might hesitate.

Can you recognize Xiaobao as the main one?

The scar man clenched his right hand into a fist, pressed it against his left chest, and bowed to Xiaobao, "The slave is willing to serve the little young master as the master!"

"The slave is willing to serve the little master as the master!" more than a dozen slaves shouted in unison.

Mu Yan said again: "From today onwards, you are no longer slaves, and you no longer need to call yourself slaves. You are a member of the [Ink Battalion], led by Yan Haotian, who is trained and uniformly deployed. ”

"In the future, I may give you all kinds of tasks, but you must always keep one thing in mind. There is only one of your highest directives and goals, and that is to protect your little master. Anyone who conflicts with this order, even if it is me who gave the order, you can disobey it. ”

"Do you understand?"

A dozen slaves, or rather, members of the Ink Battalion, were silent for a moment, then bowed down in unison and replied loudly: "Subordinates obey orders!"

Xiaobao raised his head and looked at Mu Yan in a daze, and his little hands couldn't help but clench into fists.

Mu Yan looked at the deferential appearance of these members of the Ink Camp, but he knew that it would take time to truly tame them.

However, she really wasn't in a hurry at all.

I believe that the process of training and taming these people will definitely be ...... Very interesting!

......

After letting Yan Haotian take these members of the Ink Camp to settle down first, Mu Yan squatted down and looked at Xiaobao, "What's the matter?

Xiaobao's little face was still cold, but in the big blue eyes, there was a sad and aggrieved look, "Mother, Xiaobao doesn't want to be protected, Xiaobao wants to protect his mother!"

"Silly boy. Mu Yan smiled and gently touched his head, "These people can only do the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and they can't even beat Xiaobao, how can they protect their mother's baby?"

Xiaobao was stunned, revealing a puzzled look.

He's just a four-year-old kid after all, and there are a lot of things he doesn't understand yet.

"Xiaobao, you must know that becoming stronger is not only a way to improve your self-cultivation, but also a way to make you extremely powerful. That is to gather a group of people who are used for you, and let the strength of others become your strength. ”

Xiaobao nodded as if he didn't understand, "So my mother asked me to defeat those people?"

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